Justin Finch-Fletchley

To the one who now calls himself Harry Potter:

You belong to me, and always have. This has always been your purpose. This has always been your destiny. Accept it - embrace it.

Come to me and you need never know pain or fear again. Come to me willingly, and you can end this pointless conflict now and forever. Come to me before midnight in two days' time, and no one else need die because of your cowardice. Submit to my will, and understand. It's time, Harry.

Your schoolmates' lives depend on you obeying my command.



We're back in the Great Hall. The lower years are being given lunch in their common rooms (and presumably supper as well, what). The examiners tried to make us sit our Potions N.E.W.T. but gave it up for a bad job after only the first two hours.

Zach came back a little before luncheon. He still looks a little green round the edges but he seems pleased with himself. I heard that two more students were Cruciated early this morning for writing sedition: Adelheid Zimmerman and Katrina Fitzgibbon. I think everyone was asleep, or trying to sleep, what. Luna, could you check on Fitzgibbon? And Sue, perhaps your sister or brother would look in on Zimmerman. I'm not sure they're back from the Hospital Wing yet.

It's bally well tense, what, but currently it's down to a dull simmer.

Unfortunately, as yet there's been no chance to slip off to collect anyone's wands but we'll continue to watch for an opportunity. Or create one, what.

Above all, let us know when you're in position and wish to begin any sort of assault. We can make sure to alert the others. Even without wands, we can activate the X on the Galleon and everyone will erupt into action.

Hang in there, everyone. We'll all right for now.

-Justin